Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Libya and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Moebius to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Jerry's Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fugazi,
Infiniti,
KRS-One,
John Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nico,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra,
Quantec,
Porter Ricks,
Cybotron,
Bluetip,
Main Source,
UT,
Steve Hackett,
Donny Hathaway,
Shoche,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yusef Lateef,
Oneida,
Q65,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Lynne,
Dennis Brown,
The Fuzztones,
Rakim,
Ituana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alphaville,
Q and Not U,
FM Einheit,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aural Exciters,
The Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
Guru Guru,
Idris Muhammad,
Heaven 17,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neu!,
Lightning Bolt,
Gong,
Peter & Gordon,
Sister Nancy,
Tom Boy,
Minutemen,
Sun City Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
Faraquet,
Ponytail,
The Slackers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.